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Something a Bit More Lighthearted

Before I post something from what I wrote during the journey back to Jerusalem, please enjoy:

So, our quaint little apartment here in Jerusalem — 5 P.M or so. We are all sitting in our rooms, listening to music, simply relaxing. Suddenly...

An odd sound fills the air, something like a chime, definitely meant to capture one's attention. I run out of my room, thinking, 'Oh no, here we go! Code red!' Thankfully, it wasn't that, but...

A voice appears, and I open the door to the hallway, looking for the voice's source. Finding it not in the hallway, my attention is directed back towards a speaker in our apartment. Unrecognized until this moment by any of us, it appears to be some kind of intercom system. The voice is now speaking in very fast Hebrew, too fast for any of us to make much of anything out of it. Then...

There is a pause. The voice says something like this:

'... Attention... Attention... Beginning at 9 P.M to 5 A.M, there will be...

...

There will be...'

Silence.

A few moments pass, and the voice says again:

'Attention... at 9 P.M to 5 A.M, there will be...

...

...

There will be...'

Nothing more.

None of us are quite sure what will happen between 9 P.M and 5 A.M... We shall see!

Typical Israel.

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